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Girl in my bed
12: Girl in my bed
<< Miles >>
When I walked out of the bathroom, I expected a million things.
I expected someone snooping through my stuff, or worse, someone trying to steal my laptop or my wallet.
It was a girl’s voice, So I wonder if is she alone or with someone?
Did she pick the lock, or did I forget to lock my own da7mn door?
I know it can’t be room service. They wouldn’t complain about being cold or the AC.
Probably just some random drunk. I f7ucking hope that’s the case. Not someone armed,
ready to take me out or s7hit.
Last thing I imagined was to see a girl’s clothing spread all over my room.
Yea, the girl I fu7cked what was her name again? Nancy… Naomi?
Her dress is lying here… but there is one more dress.
I clearly remember I only bought one girl here, not two. And she was wearing only one
dress, not two!
I take a few steps and look around, and it doesn’t take me longer to spot the girl.
Laying naked on my bed. Her face is away from me and she is laying on her stomach. The
sheet is barely covering her hips; her laced thong is inviting enough. I can feel myself
hardening again.
I fu77cked a girl in the bathroom barely a minute ago. I thought one f7uck was enough to
sate my appetite for the night.
Maybe it’s her lean back, her perfect spine or maybe it’s her long blond hair spread
across her back, barely covering anything.
I walk towards her and ask, “Did you lose your way here, gorgeous?”
I expect her to startle or scream, but she doesn’t respond. I walk around the bed to see
her face ignoring the fact that I am going harder with each passing second.
Is this some blond ho7oker sent to my room by Liam? only because I joked about her
high school girl Isha?
He knows this hotel room is my second home to bring girls.
Is it really the case or just my wishful thinking? just so I can touch her. I shake my head. What is wrong with me today?
I grab the sheet and pull it over her body so I can get a fucking grip. Then I brush her
hair away from her face, and I frown.
Who is she, and why does she look familiar?
I sink my finger into her hair and grab a fistful. I pull it a little. She still doesn’t wake
up. Her plum lips are so inviting, I want to feed her my c7ock right now.
The girl from the bathroom comes out and exclaims, “Ohh! Wow.”
I glance at her. She is wrapped in a towel.
“You cannot stay.” I tell her.
She looks at the girl in bed, amused. “Are you going to do her too?”
“If she wakes up and agrees, then maybe…”
She giggles and opens her towel right in front of me, Then grabs her dress fron floor.
Girl in my bed
She giggles and opens her towel right in front of me, Then grabs her dress from the
floor.
“I will leave if you want me to…. but I have something better in mind.” She says while
wearing her bra.
I could f7uck her again to take my edge off. So this girl in my bed would stop tempting
me. Or I could call hotel security and get rid of her. But I don’t want to do that. I want her
right where she is. In my bed. Naked.
I want to see her eyes. What color is it?
I want to see her walk. Is she graceful?
I want to hear her voice. Is it musical?
F7u7cking Hell!
“And what that would be…” I ask the girl to distract me.
I walk away from bed and look around and see her purse laying on the floor along with
her clothes. Her phone too. I grab the purse to pull out her ID. I frown as soon as I see it.
What the actual 7f7uck!
I cannot believe it.
Sophia Brown
As in my wife!
The ‘Sophia Brown!’
I take a good look at it again.
Yup, it’s her.
In the ID, It’s the same chubby girl I married two years ago. I glance at the face of the
girl in my bed. Did she really lose-weight or is this some sick joke by Liam again?
It’s too much of a coincidence that she ended in my d7amn bed! It takes me a little
while but I realize it is indeed her.
Her face is lean now. She is lean…
I laugh.
I glance at the girl, Nancy, as she walks near me. Completely dressed up, ready to
leave.
“I always had a fantasy, Miles…” she says seductively while looping her hands around
my neck.
“You should leave,” I tell her softly.
I want to f7uck again but with Sophia in my bed. It feels wrong.
It’s not even a real marriage… Why am I thinking like this?
She glances at Sophia and asks, “Is she that special?”
I want to roll my eyes.
“Don’t tall ma unu ara iaalaus eba in nattina to clann bara and unu ara nat ”
MUL IIVE
She says with a resentment in her voice and I frown.
“It’s Nancy,” I say, and I see a flicker of annoyance on her face.
Oops, maybe her name is Naomi, but I won’t try, just in case it’s wrong again.
“There is one thing you could do…” She says,”I would lie in the bed… then you can place her on top of me… her p7ussy above mine… so when you f7uck her… I would feel every thrust
you make into her…” She whispers in my ear.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I grab her arm and take her towards the door.
She giggles.
“Pushed your button… didn’t I?” she asks as I close the door at her face.
Yes, she did push my button. Nice petty revenge. She messed with my head just before
she went out. She knew I wouldn’t f7uck a drunk girl.
It was wrong to forget her name, and it’s not nice. I know…
I sit on the chair next to her and simply stare at her.
“F7uck,” I mutter under my breath and sink my head in headrest.
I clearly remember the contract. It mentioned sex is optional. I wish it was mandatory
to consummate the marriage.
I suddenly regret not fu7cking her on our wedding night. I clearly remember I wanted
to… She looked beautiful that night.
I chuckle. What’s up with her being drunk every time she meets me?
I was da7mn surprised when I figured out she didn’t remember me or the wedding.
Last time I contacted her was six months ago. When I sent a Gigolo in her New York
apartment. She was so f7ucking furious.
I open my phone and read her angry message from that night.
Sophia: ‘You f7uc7king ass-hole why would you do that?’
I wonder if she swears in person, too?
Me: ‘I thought I should fulfill some of the husbandly duties. As I cannot personally be
there to fu7ck you. I thought I should send someone to take my place.
Did she f7uck that boy that night?
Suddenly I feel agitated and I unwrap the towel. Enough of this. I grab my achingly hard
cock in my fist and stroke it.
I look at her plum lips and imagine it around my thick cock. I pump it to get some relief while imagining her head bobbing up and down my length. The Temptation to trace her lips with the tip of my cock is da7mn high. I want to smear my pre-c7um onto her lips su
she can feel the salt when she wakes up.
I am barely holding myself.
Girl in my bed
She takes a stretch, and turns on her back.
What if she wakes up? The idea thrills me even more.
I want her to see what the f7uck is she doing to me right now. Why is it a bad idea to
be drunk and lay naked in someone’s bed?
Sheet slips off her chest, putting her gorgeous breasts on display.
Two huge mountains.
I pump myself harder, imagining how it would feel to slide my di7ck between these two perfect specimens. The thought is enough for me to climax. I cum harder than I did while
fu7c7king that girl in my bath an hour ago.
I breathe hard and look at this beautiful girl in my bed.
I am sure about one thing one..
I want to taste her and I want to sink into her. For real.
I need to figure out how?
